Under the angry words, Tang Hao's power rose abruptly.

Then turn around and step out of the room.

Under the night sky, Tang Hao stands in the void, and his voice of majesty resounds all over the world.

"Younger generation, dare you come out and fight with me?"

"Why not?" Ye Fan smiles with pride, and then steps out to the vast world outside.

A big war is on the verge of breaking out.

There is no cushion, no buffer.

After Ye Fan appeared, Tang Hao made a strong attack.

I saw that under the Tianhe, Tang Hao was as powerful as an abyss, with a small hammer flying out of his waist to meet the storm.

In the end, a huge black hammer has been held by Tang Hao.

"I'll give you a blow, young man!"

In the sound of fury, Tang Hao holds the Haotian God hammer and smashes to Ye Fan angrily.

A hammer!

Two hammers ~

the storm swept and the huge hammer stretched across the sky.

Tang Hao brandishes the Hao God hammer, with incomparable potential, toward Ye Fan's place, crazy smash and go.

It's six strokes, one hit in a row, one hammer after another.

The first hammer is used, and the second hammer is hit again.

What's more, Tang Hao's hammer method is more powerful than a hammer.

In this way, a full six hammers, with an irresistible momentum, swept across the four sides, directly hit Ye Fan.

Ye Qingtian, the God of war, dare not prove his resistance.

Therefore, Tang Hao thought that ye fan would choose to stay away from the edge and wait for an opportunity to fight back.

To Tang Hao's surprise, Ye Fan didn't retreat, let alone dodge. Instead, he waved a huge fist and fought against the power of Tang Hao's hammer in a real and primitive way.

Tang Hao saw the situation, and his eyes and eyebrows coagulated.

Is this arrogance for death?

Or is he relying on something?

Tang Hao is worried that ye fan will be smashed into meat mud by his giant hammer, ready to stop.

Who could have thought that under the dark night, there was a dragon singing.

Then, Tang Hao can see, ye fan body, there is gold light up.

Then, under the dark night, the skinny boy was like a golden giant.

He looked up to the sky, his feet cracked.

The majestic power rises from the feet and finally converges on the palm of the fist.

The whole body, also bent into the full moon, like a full string of strong bow, thousands of power, instant release.

In this way, Ye Fan directly with a pair of iron fists, hard against Tang Hao's six hammer power.

There are six explosions in the sky.

Deafening sound, only if thunder, tremor the whole cloud state.

Even the Cloud Lake water thousands of kilometers away seems to be in this tremor, waving endless ripples.

I don't know how long, until everything stops.

Under the dark night, two figures, just gradually clear.

Ye Fan and Tang Hao both stepped back from the earth.

Before, the two people even touch each other.

At this point, both of them are expressionless.

Ye Fan stands cold, and Tang Hao is full of solemn eyes, looking at Ye Fan.

After a long silence, Tang Hao suddenly shook his head and laughed at himself.

"I thought that the God of war was exaggerating his praise for you."

"Now it seems that I am shallow."

"Indeed, you are worthy of the evaluation of the God of war, and even more worthy of the title of China."

"Congratulations, Ye Fan."

"After you pass the test, you will be the seventh master of Chinese martial arts."

"It's also the youngest master of martial arts in the history of China."

"In the future, the official canonization documents will come down. Just remember to receive them."